Under Commander Wu Qinglong's almost "heavy-handed" intervention, the overly enthusiastic—and bizarrely styled—muscular men of the Tiger Support Group were finally held behind a security line fifty meters from the Patrol Hunting Squad's dormitory.
But they didn't leave. Instead, they camped out where they were like soldiers holding their positions, gazing longingly toward Lin Mo and Wang Keke. Their burning stares nearly left marks on Lin Mo's Dark Gold Armor.
(Inner thoughts: Damn it, why aren't these people leaving?! Are they planning to settle down here?! I feel like a monkey being stared at in a zoo... No, a tiger!)
What left Lin Mo even more speechless was that the fans had also "offered" them a huge amount of supplies.
Crate after crate of specially prepared high-level beast meat, energy bars in every flavor, and even a custom-made oversized chew toy and grooming brush emblazoned with a chibi tiger head!
Everyday necessities had piled up into a small mountain, from towels and bath towels printed with Mimi's face to a fluffy, custom-made tiger-shaped sleeping mat. They had everything, showing the attentive "care" of a whole bunch of "tiger moms."
(Inner thoughts: A chew toy?! A grooming brush?! Do I need this stuff?! And this sleeping mat... It does look pretty comfortable... But what's with that stupidly cute tiger face on it?! A man can be killed, but not humiliated!)
Looking at the towering pile of "offerings" and the muscular men outside who were practically straining their eyes to catch a glimpse, Wu Qinglong felt as if his head were about to split.
He tried every way he could think of to persuade them and order them to leave. He even hinted that he could reimburse their travel expenses. But the group was dead set on "protecting" their idols, insisting, "We won't